Wilom jumped off the boat and walked along the shore.
“W … Wilom?”
Wilom stopped abruptly. “Aunt Jali?” Continue reading “Thick Like Water”
Youth
“Be careful with this one,” the ferryman said as they approached the bank. Continue reading “Youth”
Friendship
Wilom did not sleep, so he had difficulty telling how many days or weeks had passed. They crossed the River again and again. The ferryman left most people for Wilom to fetch, except for the very young. Continue reading “Friendship”
Experience
After Trey was gone and the boat was crossing the River again, Wilom gathered the courage to stick his hand in the water. It was thicker than regular water. When he pulled his hand out, little rivulets streamed off his palm, slowly, like honey. He shook his hand, and suddenly it was all gone, not a droplet left. It was like the almost-sand — none of it stuck to anything. He repeated this a few times. Continue reading “Experience”
Chapter One
Wilom leaned over the side of the boat, unsure whether it was safe to trail a hand in the water. The ferryman’s pole barely left any ripples. The eerie twilight non-sky tinged everything blue and black. Continue reading “Chapter One”
The River
It wasn’t very far back to the village, but Wilom was surprised how dark it had gotten. The lighthouse keeper waited around the corner while Wilom slipped the note under the door and hurried away. Continue reading “The River”
Whimsy and Metaphor 